#pyang

[therealmofamorus]

Crossover Crack Ship: Pyang/Dragon-Spider/Xarker

Peter Parker/Spider-Man:

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Yang Xiao Long:

[haruukiroo]

Ling gyujíng & xían xí pyang🫂

[444names]

burmese names

Aungi Babya Babyaw Baung Baungi Baunt Bawina Bikee Bohmwe Bohni Bohnina Byain Byaing Chaing Chame Chanda Chandar Chang Chant Chaung Chidan Chinn Chint Chinyi Chiri Chock Chung Chura Darwan Darway Dawin Gyinaun Gyine Gying Gyint Haint Hamee Haminnandar Handar Hangi Haung Heing Heinge Heinn Heint Hlain Hlatt Hlayee Hmung Hmunt Hmwei Hnine Hning Hoohni Hoone Hoonn Hpang Hpant Hsuan Hsuang Hsung Hsunge Hsungwe Htaing Htaint Htandar Htang Htarwant Htaun Htikee Htinaun Hting Htinn Htint Htoke Htokee Htokeet Htokokoe Htooh Htoone Htung Htunt Htwae Htwah Htwain Htwainan Htwan Htwar Htwee Htweing Hwant Hwarwaint Hwein Kayee Khaine Khame Khamilein Khamint Khanda Khandangi Khandar Khang Khaun Khaungwe Khawin Khawing Khidar Khidarwanda Khidaw Khiha Khihaing Khihami Khihan Khihang Khihay Khingi Khingwe Khint Khiri Khung Khuzaw Kinant Kinna Kinyu Kokee Kokoke Kwaik Kwain Kwein Kyain Kyaingwe Kyainnan Kyaint Kyame Kyamimann Kyamin Kyandarway Kyang Kyann Kyeet Kyinee Kying Kyinn Kyint Kyung Kyunt Kywah Kywan Kywar Kyway Kywee Kywei Kywein Kyweint Laike Lainaung Laing Lainn Laint Larwan Larway Leing Leint Leithin Lianda Liang Liangwe Liann Liant Limang Limann Limant Limaung Limaw Lineet Lonee Lonna Lwineet Lwing Lwinn Lwinna Lwint Lynna Lynnawin Mandar Mandarwain Mange Marwang Maungwe Maunt Mawin Mawing Mayee Meing Meint Milei Mileik Milein Mileing Mimaung Mimman Mimmar Minee Minnandar Minnawin Moohn Moone Moonn Moungwe Myain Myandang Myandar Myang Myawin Myawing Mying Myinn Myinnan Myinyun Myinyung Mynnan Myone Myonn Nainay Nainn Naint Nandaw Nangi Naunt Nayee Nayei Nwein Nyeet Nyeing Nyinant Nyine Nying Nyinge Nyingwe Nyinn Nyint Nyonn Nyung Ohmwee Ohmweik Ohnin Ohning Onaung Onnan Onnaung Oonaun Oonee Paingi Paint Pandan Pandar Phainn Phamint Phang Phant Phock Phooh Phoon Phoone Phyon Phyone Phyonnann Phyum Phyun Phyung Pwing Pwinn Pwinyun Pyang Pyawint Pyonainge Pyonaint Saine Sainee Sainn Saint Sanda Sandanda Sandaw Sawin Sawing Seinang Seinee Seing Seint Sheik Sheinan Sheing Sheint Shing Shinn Shint Shinyin Shwah Shwainn Shwaint Shwann Shwei Shwein Shwing Shwinn Sithao Sithei Sithidan Sithwi Smilein Smileinn Smiman Smimant Smine Sming Sonandang Sonang Sonay Sonnay Suann Suannann Suant Sungi Swain Swangi Sweik Taing Taint Tarwan Taunge Taunt Tayee Tchaint Tchaung Tchaw Tchay Tchidar Tchiri Tchoo Tchung Thain Thainaw Thainn Thaint Thamee Thameik Thamein Thamimar Thamimaun Thamin Thamingi Thamint Thanda Thandan Thandange Thandaw Thannay Tharwa Tharwai Thaun Thawi Thawinn Thayee Theike Theine Theing Theinge Theingweing Theinn Theinyo Theit Theithar Thidandar Thidar Thidawin Thihandar Thihant Thihay Thina Thineet Thing Thint Thithann Thithaw Thitheik Thitheing Thithungi Thung Thungi Thungwe Thuzan Thuzandar Thuzaw Thuzay Thwae Thwaine Thwanda Thwang Thwant Thwar Thwei Thwine Thwinn Thwinyin Tinna Tinyin Tokee Toone Tungi Waikee Waina Waint Wanda Wannain Wingwe Winnant Winyee Winyu Wunge Wynna Xingi Yainandan Yaing Yaming Yanda Yeine Yeing Yinay Yinee Yinyungwe Yonan Yonannan Yunge Zanda Zange Zangi Zarwa Zawin Zeyam Zeyan Zeyar Zeyat Zeyaw

[wally-b-feed]

879 Hnang Pyang

[seekingthestars]

dokyeom you are a pure ray of sunshine and i absolutely adore you

"pyang pyang! ❤️" pls i cannot take this, it's too cute 😭

[mackencchi]

[SCANS] Arata Mackenyu for J-Movie Magazine Volume 35! 

//WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT EXPLODING VISUALS IM GASPING FOR AIR 

[letter-0526]

DK

09.08.2022 (12:29 PM KST)

○ are CARATs doing well~?

- i miss you 🥹 i'm doing my best to spend my days here well! i'm eating very well too! and i had ice cream today too! and i rode a bicycle and exercised! i hope that CARATs are spending their days well too

- we'll do our best to show a cool performance all the way from seoul for our CARATs who are abroad and be back! i hope everyone takes care of their health and remain well! promise 😉

- ehem! because i'm always in CARATs' hearts and minds 😉 i'll be together with you even when you're tired or feeling down or bored or joyful or happy ♥️ it's a pyang pyang (kissing sound effect) 😝 doahae for our CARATs today ♥️ i'm going to enjoy the rest of my time here too and sleep well ㅎㅎ i'll come agaun next time byee~👋

[sangpengelana]

“First_tiMe”

 Hai ....wkwkwkw mungkin ini sudah ngetik ke 3 xx tapi malah tiba2 close dan tulisannya ilang dan harus ngulang lagi dari awal ahahaha tolol ya?? atau belum mengerti aja, yayaya mungkin belum mengerti aja bukannya tolol ya emang aq jarang beler something pyang baru aja wahahaha.

Semua di awali dengan mengenal seseorang yang mungkin “smart” dalam arti pemikiran si dian, emang sihh dianya orang yang terpelajr dari sebuah university ternama di Yogya.. YAYAYYA aq mengenal dengan ketidak sengajaan ahhahah gara2 ke singan jari” lentikku. Dari obrolan singkat mengulik sebuah topik yang lagi trending terus hingga sampe ke sebuah topik yang bisa menjadi gagasan dan gambaran dianya. Sempet kagim sihh... ko dia bisa berpikir sejauh itu ya mungkin dari lingkungan yang mendukung emang ekosistem yang penuh kritis bertolak belakang dengan diri ini yang bergaul dengan lingkungan yang mungkin kurang kritis ya emang udah pada ngerasa zona “nyaman”. Padahal wahahahahahh sekarang mualai di ujung tanduk, ya seperti udah diujung jurang tergantung mau membuat jembatan biar bisa survive buat nyeberangi jurang ataukah mati masuk ke jurang. Dari obrolan someone tsb impiaan ku biar bisa hidup di kempung yaya biar bisa nemenin ortu bangkit lagi, ya mungkin udah di gariskan Tuhan biar aq bisa hidup di kampung tercinta nggak di tanah rantau..hhhhh

Dari obrolan itu aq terpacu dan berusaha mencari sebuah atmosfer baru yang bisa merubah diri ini agar tidak tidur terus dan mulai berlari secara sekarang udah 26th dengan ketidak jelasan. Wahahaha . Mulai on berselancar menelusur dan ketemu sebuah akun yANG mempuanyai tulisan yang penuh nyawa. MG inisialnya, orang yang benuh inspirasi dengan tulisan” bernyawanya. Seperti menyambuk2 diri ini. whwhwh dan sampailah ke tempat ini sebuah wadah buat keluh kesah ata apa lah. Mulai ku ketik ku gerakkan jari jemariku mulai hari ini mulai detik ini mulai malam ini malam yang melow,, wwkwkwk start dan mulai, to be CONTINUED......

Karawang, 11_10-2o20

[multipolar-online]

E quando o Estado de Exceção é, historicamente, a regra?

Pyang

[techtrivia]

https://github.com/serrasqueiro/declonar/tree/master/pytools/ is a basic pyang branch with a few more interesting (public) pluggins.

[kirkypet]

Blues Mothers

Part 33 - The Chase (vi)

Pyang! Ptoo!

Who in the hell was chasing them now? Fucking shooting at them? An orange Pinto? That’s not cops.

Shots ricocheted off the Bluesmobile like in some kinda cowboy movie. Despite that, Val was able to recognise the tune playing from the car behind. It’d been her favourite as a kid - because it had her name in the title - until someone told her it was Nazi music. She glanced in the rear view. It WAS a fucking Nazi. Bastards! Fuck those guys!

But just then the engine gave a hollow twang -

“Oh, no!” Val wailed. That was not a good sound.

[s-ugarpine7]

hasseth ne, how

bling pow pon pyang

[littlethingsaround]

Hari itu aku sedang malaas sekali melakukan hal, semua serba setengah-setengah, sampai sampai masuk siang.

Di kereta jam 10:41 siang, aku asal membaca tulisan2 yang dikirim lewat email. Satu judulnya menarik perhatianku. Bacaan itu menceritakan tentang wanita, yang baru menyadari ada banyak sekali hal yang dia jamin di hidupnya. Ia tinggal di apartemen lantai 12 dari 19.

“Itu artinya diatasku ada tujuh lantai, yang masing masibg memiliki puluhan mabusia, puluhan kasir, lemari, alat gym, meja makan, bathub, dan benda benda berat lainnya. Suatu hari aku bangun tidur dan menyadari semua itu bisa saja jatuh dan menimpaku. Tuhan, betapa banyak hal yang kujamin akan selamat di hidupku. Padahal aku tak tahu apa-apa..”

Seminggu meng uninstall instagram, banyak jumlah bacaanku. Tapi kemudian kuinstall lagi karena gemas mau post langit :3

Saat berjalan di lantai dasar stasiun tempatku membeli permen jahe, aku terhentak dan melihat keatas. YaAllah, diatas ini ada dua lantai, dan seluruh rel juga kereta yang datang tiap menitnya. Dalam hembusan kecil, semua itu sangat mungkin bagi Allah untuk jatuh, menimpa aku yang dibawahnya sedang membuka plastik bungkus. Tanpa ba bi bu, tanpa satu, dua, tiga. Byar, pyang komplar, bush. Hilanglah aku dari peradaban.

Betapa ada lebih dari yang kita bisa bayangkan jumlah kesyukuran dalam tiap menitnya, yang bisa kita renungi, dan membuat hati kita lega, tak peduli sesempit apapun fluktuatifnya masalah hidup menghimpit.

Buru buru aku langkahkan kaki keluar stasiun dengan sedikit parno, dan menghitung langkah kaki. Satu, dua. Langkahku dari stasiun menuju tepat pintu depan kantorku adalah seribu seratus dua belas langkah.

Duduk didekat pinggir, Bri masuk. Ia berkeluh kesah dan bercerita. ‘Bri harus semangat, hidup sedang membawa Bri jatuuh ke paling dasar. Rencananya menikah tahun depan mundur, dan ia belum bergaji. Harus banyak cari kesempatan, kerja lebib keras. Bri harus kuat, bangkit dan berjuang demi Icha kuboyong ke pelaminan tahun depan!’ Begitu tuturnya.

Dalam kunyahan bugis manis, terpikir sejenak kata kata Bri barusan. Teringat pula Toy temanku yang kujenguk dua minggu lalu di Rumah Sakit. Tbc membuatnya pause dari semua hal. Paise dari amanah, aktifitas, per studian, janji dengan teman, sampai planning terkecil yang dibuatnya. Toy harus berjuang melawan sesuatu hal baru yang berbeda bentuknya: Ia harus sembuh. Dan aku tahu dia akan. Allah merindukan hadirnya dalam dakwah dan kebaikan.

Bri ‘Iya, ma’ Lalu kuceritakan kisah temanku pada Bri, juga bacaan yang kubaca tadi pagi. Menghilang dari peradaban, bukankah itu menakutkan? Temanku yang sakit parah saja sudah pause aktifitasnya, bahkan berhenti dari berbagai kesempatan. Bagaimana jika hilang? Maksudku, dalam sekejap kita tak ada, kita mati rasa, kita mati? Maka itu semua berhenti, bri.

Kalau kita hilang, itu artinya kesempatan mencari ridho Allah, melakukan kebaikan, mencari rizki buat halalkan icha akan berhenti. Ndak tersentuh.

Bri mengangguk, 'Jadi poinnya apa, ma?’

Jadi, investasi dan kesempatan terbesar itu adalah diri kita sendiri bri. Allah udh izinkan atap stasiun ndak jatuh saat kita dibawahnya, izinkan mobil ndak nabrak kita saat nyebrang, izinkan begal ndak ngebacok kepala kita saat berkendara, izinkan teman teman kita ndak ada yg mau kasih kita sianida. Artinya, Allah mau kita menggunakan diri kita dengan sebaik dan sebanyak yang kita mampu. Untuk dapat rahmat dan ridho-Nya, untuk bisa mencari nafkah yang halal, untuk bisa melakukan kebaikan yang berpahala, untuk bisa menebar kebermanfaatan yang berkah, untuk bisa berbakti pada orang tua atau suami, untuk bisa memberi kasih sayang yang besar pada orang yang kita sayangi dalam koridor-Nya.b Semua itu artinya Allah izinkan kita berusaha lebih, Allah masih beri kita waktu, kesempatan di dalam diri kita.

Dan kita harus berusaha sebisa mungkin, sebelum entah kapan Allah (naudzubillah) pause, atau shut down..

Dan mari syukur memeluk semua izin dari Allah itu dengan syahdu. Alhamdulillah kita masih punya diri kota sehat wal afiat. Mungkin juga syukur salah satu syarat wajib sebelum kita berinvestasi kebaikan melalui diri kita sendiri, agar lebih lapang, ikhlas, dan yang penting, husnudzon sama Allah.

'Iya ih, ma. Eta pisan’

Makasih Brii sudah memberi siraman hangat pemikiran pada hari inii. Semangat berinvestasi dengan diri menggunakan waktu yang Allah beri untuk menghalalkan Ica :)

Terus di dalam seperti ada yg tersiram dan tercubit dalan waktu bersamaan. Sudah berapa banyak aku berinvestasi dengan diri sendiri? Mari menabung banyak banyak maa..

[letter-0526]

DK

27.06.2022 (1:33 PM KST)

○ hi CARATs ☺️ i had a good time yesterday and slept well and woke up! i woke up and somehow,, the end of the concert felt like a dream but also real and the scenes of us enjoying our time together for two days flashed by~ anyways it feels somewhat blank ㅎㅎ it was so nice and i was so happy to hear CARATs' voices as much as i want and be able to see CARATs laughing so brightly. it was not an easy process of getting ready and it was a concert everyone prepared hard for but if CARATs weren't there we would not have been able to make such a concert. i think we were able to make such an enjoyable and perfect concert thanks to CARATs so thank you 😊 while cherishing the happy memories of the past two days~ i hope it can be even the smallest bit of courage for CARATs to go on in their daily lives!! i want to always be a source of support and strength for CARATs 🤔 we! will live through each day and when we meet again later on let's share courage to one another ♥️

everyone has really done well and thank you and i love you! doahae ♥️

pyang pyang for today too ♥️

[liloleglee]

Gideon squinted into the mirror.  Bolo tie, straightened.  Jacket, square.  He’d even considered tying his cape over his shoulders a few times, but he drew his hand away from the shimmery fabric once more.  Better to be formal rather than flashy.  He was trying to make a good impression, after all.

Bail was much lower than he’d expected it to be, given that he’d been stuck in a so-called maximum security facility.  Maybe it was because he’d just been charged with fraud rather than, say, killing a man, or maybe it was because they just didn’t have the heart to keep poor li’l Gideon cooped up forever, but either way, it left him able to book quite a nice hotel.

One google search for “sherbet fountains” led Gideon to the proud United Kingdom - England, specificially - and if he was looking for someone in England, where better to start but London proper?

Unfortunately, London had many suburbs.  Fortunately, the zoom and precision of Google’s satellites was bar-none.

He glanced down at the list on the dresser.  Forty-three addresses.  There were forty-three houses that Google Maps said had flowers lining their walkway in just the sort of way that Gideon remembered in the suburbs right around London.  By no means was it ideal, but it was a much better place to start than nowhere at all.  Certainly, too, that may not lead Gideon directly to Mabel, but the adult in the window had smiled when they’d seen her.  They weren’t upset that these kids were just loitering on their property; it was a good chance that they knew them.  Or at least, knew who they were.  And perhaps where to find them.

Besides... that writer in the window merited a visit anyway, now didn’t they?

Gideon straightened his bolo tie once more.  He grabbed his cape after all.

                                                      *  *  *

11:43am.  Day Three.

Gideon jogged across the street stiffly, his jacket bouncing on his shoulders.  It was much warmer here than he’d anticipated - certainly moreso than Oregon at this time of year.  He may’ve even gone so far as to compare it to home in January.

Wonder ‘f that’s a sign, he mused as he checked his list one more time.  Clerkenwell...  Clerkenwell...  These Brits really didn’t like using street signs, did they.  He wasn’t one to complain, of course, but all this walking was pretty--

Wait.  There it was.

It looked different than Gideon recalled it looking from the map - somehow bigger, and less shack-y.  The camera was unforgiving, but maybe his mysterious writer’d had some renovations done.  Or maybe it was the wrong house.  Again.

Gideon slowed to a stop in front of the place, and frowned down at his list.  This was certainly the place on the list, but close-up, it looked...  Unfinished.  It was asymmetrical in a way that didn’t seem professional, not to mention the exposed boards over what was likely the attic window.  Would a writer who was clearly so dedicated to their craft, so careful to tend so much flowing, black hair, with so much wisdom behind their clear blue eyes really live in such a dump?

Just before Gideon turned away, his eyes caught the glint of a metal hook, a swinging sign.  A sign?

Adrian Daray Demonologist

... Daray?

Now confound it if Gideon hadn’t seen that name somewhere before.

He cleared his throat, tugged his cape straight, and took a confident step--

PYANG

He let out a clipped shriek as the blast peppered the grass beside him, and he scrambled away from the sound.  When a second and third shot nearly destroyed his hair, he stared up at the boarded windows in horrified understanding.

Someone was shooting at him.

He barely had time to dodge the fourth shot, before the fifth punctured his cape, and the sixth bit the gravel behind him.